I turn on my tv, to channel ten
i watch the same old thing i saw before again
something looks different, the color fades out
it aint makin’ me happy like it used to yesterday now

maybe my eyes are getting tired
maybe my mind’s just letting go
i don’t know, i don’t know

I’m getting NOTHING BUT STATIC
over the air, as i sink into the back of my chair
NOTHING BUT STATIC in my eyes
like a technicolor lullaby
I’m getting NOTHING BUT STATIC
fading away in a thousand little shades of grey
NOTHING BUT STATIC still the t.v. won’t leave me alone

go see my doctor, he runs some tests
starts saying something ‘bout the side-effects of stress
his lips are moving, i watch his eyes
i don’t hear nothing but the traffic going by

continuous stream of information
making my mind kindof overflow
i don’t know, i don’t know

I’m getting NOTHING BUT STATIC
over the air, as i sink into the back of my chair
NOTHING BUT STATIC in my eyes
like a technicolor lullaby
I’m getting NOTHING BUT STATIC
fading away in a thousand little shades of grey
NOTHING BUT STATIC still the t.v. won’t leave me alone